BLIND and BLINDED

There was a man who just couldn’t see
What everyone else claimed it to be?
They spoke of how wondrous it was
That controlled nature and human laws

They pitied the blind man, who wasn’t blind
‘If hard he looks than he will find
Oh how naïve and ignorant is he
Why can’t he just open his eyes to thee?

Some claimed not only could they see
But also feel and hear
And raising their voices
‘To respect you’ve got to fear’

Now this ‘god’ that they called
They said he knows it All
Whatever you do behind your walls
Even in your thoughts and in the halls

And this god multiplied and became gods
But only one could be the lord of lords
Wagging their tales, each one believed
That theirs was the true god to succeed

They killed the other gods and their people
Because their own god would be in trouble
If they were others like him around
'Insecure and jealous', for sure did he sound

They conjured up some poisonous texts
Of eternity not in this life but the next
And children were forced to follow the story
On young minds were now blood and gory

In his name they conquered many lands
Raped and plundered on his commands
For he was okay with his proposition
‘To die for him’ was their disposition


The god they made had now flourished
Men who preached him with gold were garnished
‘Humble’ they proclaimed, ‘mystical’ were their looks
Only the blind man could see they were crooks

With martyrs that died, prophets they made
But scars of their god would never fade
Still they were hungry as a beast
Structures for poor to pray and palaces for them to feast

And turning towards the blind man, they said
Look at all the wonder of God instead
You have no beliefs, you have no clue
The world is full of our brethren
hindus, muslims, christians, buddhists and jews
To name a few
But come a little closer
I have to tell you
Only my god is true
And I’ll shout it too

And the blind man replied
You’ve killed another brother
For a passing fluttering thought
Your minds will never grow and forever rot

You are your very own destruction
While you swim gleefully in the dreams
Of the end to every human and every nation
I maybe blind….but blinded are you
My blindness is my ignorance
And your faith is your blindness
I don’t believe in prophets, gods or his son
For I have my bag of questions and reason

For they were blinded men who just couldn’t see
What once a blind man explained it to be
He spoke of how wondrous it was
That explained nature and discoursed human laws

By Hans Albert Lewis

Dedicated to
Richards Dawkins, Christopher Hitchens, Sam Harris, Daniel Dennet, George Carlin, Bertrand Russell, W K Clifford. Thomas Paine, Albert Einstein, Thomas Jefferson, Cārvāka System, Ayn Rand, and all the ‘Blind’ Men & Women of the World.

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